Rob's scribble was actually impressive, despite the fact that he had to speak in C++. That's the way I had intended my scribble to be, but after several comments that I was getting to complex...I returned to a superficial daily log. I remember in my diary, which I wrote only rarely, that I wrote exactly about what I did from 1994-1998. Then suddenly, it all turned contemplative. I don't want to remember what I did, but what I thought.

Well now, I feel somewhat distanced. Like many times before, I am at the crossroad of my life--deciding which path would be the best for me. And still, I don't know the answer.
Sometimes I think I am doomed. Actually I am. Quite often, I tilt my head to the right, looking at the wall to be greeting by two smiling faces delicately framed in sterling silver. You can almost stare in their eyes and see the great joy glimmering in their pupils. Whichever way I turn though, I feel their eyes on me, reminding what I once had believed. It hurts too much. I don't really know what to do.
Simon has this in his aim profile:
Hope is what keeps a man going, but what happens when that hope dies?
Think about it.
Life ends, I believe is the answer.